A leash with a collar rested on the edge of the curb. Johnny sat next to the empty collar, his head in his hands and tears rolling down his face. Johnny’s beloved dog Spot lay in the road. A mysterious silver Land Rover sped off from the scene, Johnny’s screams unheard by the motorist. Johnny rushed to his dog’s side, trying to revive the small dog with no luck. “How could someone do such an evil thing?” Johnny thought to himself as he sat down on the curb, crying, with Spot’s empty leash and collar resting on the edge. He felt a familiar small thump on his left arm.